And Santa Claus don't all time say, Shet your eyes and
open your mouth,' like Doctor Sanford, `and poke out your tongue.'"
"I like Doctor Sanford the best," said Florence, "'cause he 's
my uncle, and God and Santa Claus ain't kin to me."
"And the Bible say, `Love your kin-folks,' Miss Cecilia
'splained--"
"I use to like my Uncle Doc' heap better 'n what I do now," went
on the little girl, heedless of Jimmy's interruption, "till I
went with daddy to his office one day. And what you reckon that
man's got in his office? He's got a dead man 'thout no meat nor
clo'es on, nothing a tall but just his bones."
"Was he a hant?" asked Billy. "I like the Major best--he 's
got meat on."
"Naw; he didn't have no sheet on--just bones," was the reply.
"No sheet on; no meat on!" chirruped Billy, glad of the rhyme.
"Was he a angel, Florence?" questioned Frances.
"Naw; he didn't have no harp and no wings neither."
"It must have been a skeleton," explained Lina.
"And Uncle Doc' just keeps that poor man there and won't let
him go to Heaven where dead folks b'longs''
"I spec' he wasn't a good man 'fore he died and got to go to the
Bad Place," suggested Frances.
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